Here is this short sweet time slot,
where I am breathing my life’s little plot;
should I smile just to please?
should I talk just to please?
when I love my silence and short words.
When I know I will never hurt you;
when I know I will run to you,
when you are sighing all alone,
Should I flatter you like those strangers,
who will pass by your side as you mourn?
Should I walk on the track,
When there are green pastures yonder,
touching the sky on border?
Should I take all the norms;
When I know all that I can do is,
Just love, love and love?
It is better, when I be just I;
and you be just you,
where this world garden
will shine with all unique blossom;
not from shop, but from woods.